Shambling down the narrow lanes he
carried his world,
broken long ago
by words and shortages
and grumbles,
daily struggling
but friendly
encouragers, urging
use of drugs
and alcohol,
shoved him along the paved
road that battled
to bury the pain
and led to a hell
where, craving the numbing money,
facing the beatings,
and abuse of the
ones-
who think that they
are all above that.
Jesus shuffled down the narrow street
carrying the world
with him in
his battered
body, weakened
and bloody,
flesh and soul
craving any drug
to kill the pain
but, for that man,
he dies in agony.
Giving us a glimpse
of a
being
eternally
battered,
one who longs
to heal the lonely wanderer
burdened with losses,
and bring them
to a safe place
where the unlovely are loved,
and the addict welcomed,
and hope is found in a cave
that was a father’s womb.
